I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

"It seems that you, Master Tang Xiao, are very confident in taking on my move."

Seeing this, Wang Zhao raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Then, without saying much, he slowly raised the Holy Scythe of the Dead in his hand, but the blade was not pointed at Tang Xiao and the great elder of the Haotian Sect, but towards the blue sky.

Immediately, his lips moved slightly.

The magic he is about to cast now is called - Calamity of the Undead.

This is one of Zeng Yilao's famous stunts.

The effect is that through this magic, Wang Zhao can open the maximum number of undead doors that he can open, and then wildly summon undead creatures from different spaces. It is a kind of group summoning magic. With this, Wang Zhao was able to build a large undead army, which was terrifying.

This kind of magic often needs to be accompanied by the caster's inspiration to the mysterious space that exists somewhere unknown. In Yi Lao's previous life, it was easy to say, but if he were on Douluo Continent, even if Wang Zhao could cast this kind of magic, In fact, it is not necessarily possible to summon the undead directly, let alone raise an army of the undead.

However, who allowed Wang Zhao to have Yi Lao, a figure who was once said to be able to become the God of Death at any time, a terrifying existence that can open up a plane on his own, and an extremely reliable plug-in portable device.

As early as when Yi Lao handed over the Holy Soul of the Undead to Wang Zhao, he also handed him the demiplane of the undead that would be passed down to Huo Yuhao in later generations.

And in that demiplane of the undead, there are even ninth-level, terrifying undead creatures that correspond to the powerful Titled Douluo-level people in the Douluo Continent!

"Shh!"

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

Then a gray light spot suddenly appeared in the sky. Just when Tang Xiao and the Great Elder looked a little confused, the gray light spot began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, it turned into a dark abyss that covered the sky and the sun. As a result, the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect became completely dark. As an extremely rich aura of death and evil aura emerged from the abyss, everyone There seemed to be a layer of haze in my heart, and I just felt extremely depressed.

"What kind of skill is this...?"

Tang Xiao couldn't help but tighten the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and kept glancing back and forth between the Dark Sui Abyss in the sky and the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, feeling a vague realization in his heart.

The "one move" mentioned by His Royal Highness the Holy Son may not be as easy to take as he thought.

Before Wang Zhao could answer, or Wang Zhao had no intention of answering Tang Xiao, the next moment, it seemed as if something fell from the abyss hanging in the sky and blocking out the sun.

That is……

A corpse? Skeleton?

Countless people focused their cautious eyes on the dropped object, and then couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

However, this is just the beginning.

I saw that the little skeleton that fell on a square on the mountain where the Haotian Sect was ancestral suddenly moved strangely.

The next moment, its originally empty eye sockets suddenly lit up with a faint blue flame.

Then, he bent over and stood up slowly.

Countless members of the Haotian Sect were also surprised to discover at this time that the skeleton's arms had no palms, and some only had sharp bone blades at the ends.

What kind of monster is this? !

The strange feeling that hit their faces made several Haotian Sect disciples not far from the skeleton in the square couldn't help but take a few steps back, even though they could faintly feel that the aura of the skeleton didn't seem to be that powerful. look.

At this moment, another skeleton fell out of the dark abyss in the sky.

Then the third body, the fourth body, the fifth body...

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!!!"

In an instant, the dark sky seemed to be filled with a heavy, silent rain.

Or, it would be more appropriate to call it the "rain of the dead". Because, there is no rain falling now, it is simply an endless army of undead descending on the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect!

Skeleton warriors, ghost horses, bone giants, bone dragons, ghosts, death knights...

"Ah! What kind of monsters are these?!"

"Elder! Help us!"

"There are so many skeletons, they are holding knives and axes... Wuwuwu, I'm scared."

"Dragon... Bone Dragon, I have seen the Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect before. Why does the aura of this skull dragon seem to be not much weaker than that of the Bone Douluo who turned into his martial soul true form?!"

"What is this? My Clear Sky Hammer actually passed through it? It has no entity?!"

"Ah! Sect Master, come and save us..."

"..."

The Haotian Sect, which was peaceful and sunny just now, is now filled with wailing sounds incessantly. However, the undead army is still falling from the sky, and the dark abyss reveals a dead silence, which is in sharp contrast to the "lively" below. , evil spirit rises and rages, the scene is like the end of the world.

Not far in front of Wang Zhao, Tang Xiao no longer cared about him and rushed downstairs, thinking only of rescuing his sister Tang Yuehua, and then the disciples of Haotian Sect; and the great elder also wanted to follow him, but he paused After a pause, he suddenly stopped rationally and cast his still somewhat horrified gaze at the instigator in front of him.

"You...are you trying to destroy our Haotian Sect today?"

He met Wang Zhao's eyes that were as silent and profound as the abyss. For a moment, he couldn't ask any questions in his mind, so he just said tremblingly.

Wang Zhao turned around calmly.

"I said, 'One move', you'll be able to take it later. If you can't take it, it's none of my business how much loss you will suffer in the future."

"You are a super Douluo. Can you save more if you go down and help now? Or are you going to follow me to the tree over there to make a cup of tea?"

The Great Elder of the Clear Sky Sect opened his mouth when he heard this, then clenched the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and finally rushed towards the ancestral land.

Wang Zhao held the Holy Scythe of the Dead in his hand, and his distant sigh echoed through the void.

"Undead and natural disaster. Undead, natural disaster..."

……

The next day, a piece of news called "The Natural Disaster of the Undead" quickly spread across the entire continent through the Free Guild Newspaper and several newspapers established with the support of big forces to follow suit. This was after the emergence of the new seven sects not long ago. Another major earthquake in the mainland soul master world.

"Damn it! Have you heard that? The ancestral land where the Haotian Sect retreated was trampled to the ground yesterday!"

"Look! The pictures have been published in newspapers. I don't know where they came from..."

"What the hell? This 'ruin' is the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect?!"

"Of course, if you read the words in the newspaper, the instigator, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, Li Ming..."

"What happened?"

"I suspect that this has something to do with Suntian Douluo Tang Hao becoming a fallen soul master not long ago."

"How about the Haotian Sect?"

"The losses were heavy and the vitality was severely damaged... but the people should not have been wiped out like the flattened buildings in the picture, otherwise the news would have been that 'Haotian Sect was wiped out'."

"Tsk, having said that, I felt that something was wrong with the battle between His Royal Highness the Holy Son and the master of the Dragon King Palace. It turns out that what our Holy Son is good at is not actually single-target combat..."

……

From then on, the Holy Son "Li Ming" became famous in one battle. Just like his remaining words after the war, countless people began to call him the walking punishment of heaven, the monarch of the undead and... the natural disaster of the undead.